Fionavar Tapestry Quotes

There are kinds of action, for good or ill, that lie so far outside the boundaries of normal behavior that they force us, in acknowledging that they have occurred, to restructure our own understanding of reality. We have to make room for them.

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.

most hated by the dark, for their name is light.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

Daylight was coming outside, but it was not only that: courage cast its own light.

There is always grief. It is joy that is the rarest thing,

Unless the perfidious wolves have the temerity to disobey the High King's plans, we should meet Shalhassan's forces by the Latham in mid-wood with the wolves between us. If they aren't,' Diarmuid concluded, 'we blame anyone and everything except the plan.

This was not a beauty that warmed one. It cut, like a weapon. There was no nuance of gentleness in her, no shading of care, but fair she was, as is the flight of an arrow before it kills.

Winter was coming.

I am afraid to try for more light lest it mean more dark.

And Shalhassan of Cathal realized in that moment, standing between the fair brother and the dark, that he was not going to lead this war after all.

Brightly woven, Diar,' Aileron said. And then dazzled them all with the warmth of his smile.

All the roads are dark. Only at the end is there a hope of light.

It was Aileron who saw the light blaze in Arthur's face. The Warrior leaped from his horse down into the road and, at the top of his great voice, cried 'Cavall!' Bracing his legs, he opened wide his arms and was knocked flying, nonetheless, by the wild leap of the dog. Over and over they rolled, the dog yelping in intoxicated delight, the Warrior mock growling in his chest. . . . This is' asked Aileron with gentle irony, 'your dog?

But courage was not lacking in her heart, though it might be foolhardy and unwise.

If you so much as start to bow or anything like that, Dave, I'll beat you up. I swear I will.

When you didn't say a lot, he thought, you said the important things.

For some moments the two men sat quietly, each wrapped in his own thoughts, then Ivor rose. 'I should speak to Levon about tomorrow's hunt,' he said. 'Sixteen [eltors], I think.' 'At least,' the shaman said in an aggrieved tone. 'I could eat a whole one myself. We haven't feasted in a long time, Ivor.' Ivor snorted. 'A very long time, you greedy old man. Twelve whole days...why aren't you fat?' 'Becaues,' the wisest one explained patiently, 'you never have enough food at the feasts.

We are the total of our longings, he had written. But Kevin was a song-writer, not a poet, and he never did use it.

Alluding and attacking, summoning a courage, embodying a gallantry of defiance that hurt to see, it was so noble and so doomed.

We are the total of our longings

Praise be to the Weaver and all the gods!' said Shalhassan of Cathal. 'Finally she's done something adult!

But when a place has been an island the memory of water lingers, and of water magic, no matter how far away the sea may be, or how long ago it fell away. And

What broke her in the end was to see that Dari, moving quietly in the snow, was tracing his flower neatly with a thin branch in the growing dark while tears were pouring down his face without surcease.

Battles are won en route, Shalhassan of Cathal though. A worthy thought: he raised his hand in a certain way, and a moment later Razeil galloped up, uneasy on a horse at speed, and the Supreme Lord of Cathal made him write it down.

We are the total of our longings [...]

It was more than all right, Finn. You did everything right. Every single thing, from the very beginning.

It’s just so strange,” she explained. “I can’t even grasp what it must mean.

Fear any and all of these things,” Ra-Tenniel said. “The tearing of our threads from the Loom, the unsaying of our histories, the unraveling of the Weaver’s design.

We are the total of our longings,

Lancelot was following, slowly, on the dark and narrow path. All about him and from high above, the mighty trees of Pendaran Wood were letting fall their green leaves, gently, on a night in the midst of summer, to honour the passage of the man.

לא הייתה אף דקות של עדינות בה, אף לא גוון של חמלה, אך נאה היתה, כמעוף החץ בטרם יהרוג.

Arthur had his hands in the scarred fur of the dog's ruff. They looked at each other, man and dog; Paul found that he could not watch. Looking away, he heard Arthur say, "Farewell, my gallant joy. You would go with me, I know, but it may not be. You will be needed yet, great heart. There…may yet come a time when we need not part.

Det finns mörker överallt just nu, svarade han. Vi kan inte undvika det, endast skingra det, och det blir inte lätt. I själva faran ligger kanhända vårt hopp om fri väg.